[Hook - Keyshia Cole] I'm trying to put it all in words, but it's More than I can say It would take a whole lifetime to tell you More than I can say Every time I wrote a line it's still More than I can say This is the realest shit I ever wrote More than I can say [Verse 1 - Nas] Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure The sickness: dreaming of riches Reality was the cure. My doctor Physician was music, I'm sure The prescription was super-model sandwiches And suicide doors. I used to stand in my mirror Fixing up my hat right DMV don't make licenses for the fast life Was taught never drop my head when I'm doing right And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights I just want the whole world to bop their heads Someone to stop my bread If my pops was here, he'd be like "son, you the one They gotta crown you, a gift from around you Know they don't understand you, but what can they handle? If they was wearing Gucci loafers, they'd be through, over Just stay on point, do what you do Soldier: remember I'm with you when the world get colder.. [Hook - Keyshia Cole] [Verse 2 - Nas] Keep having the same dream About a mic, a gun, a cross, they all In the middle of flames An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain Hear a voice that asks what do I claim? I ask what it means. It's sort of a trance As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands I could do what I wish with it, and waking up To study my dreambook, see if it links up Looking for some significance, like does the dream Represent this cold world I'm living in? Ask my man, then his laughter begin He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic The cross, I had it all my life, the same height I'm trying to sneak sleep, so that my mind won't find out Time out: my body won't wind down